Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.